لقَدْ سَجَعَتْ في جُنْحِ لَيْلٍ حَمامةٌ

لقَدْ سَجَعَتْ في جُنْحِ لَيْلٍ حَمامةٌ

فَأَيَّ أسىً هَاجَتْ على الهائِمِ الصَّبِّ

فَأَيَّ أسىً هَاجَتْ على الهائِمِ الصَّبِّ

Indeed, a dove cooed in the darkness of night,

A dove cooed softly in the wings of night,

and what sorrow she stirred in the bewildered, lovesick lover!

What sorrow stirred in the weary soul?

لَكِ الويلُ كمْ هَيَّجْتِ شَجْوي بِلَا جَوىً

لَكِ الويلُ كمْ هَيَّجْتِ شَجْوي بِلَا جَوىً

وَشكوَى بِلا شَكوى وَكَرْباً بِلَا كَرْبِ

وَشكوَى بِلا شَكوى وَكَرْباً بِلَا كَرْبِ

Woe to you! How deeply you stirred my sorrow, without heartache of your own,

Woe to you, how you roused my ache without solace,

and lament, without lament of your own, and anguish, without anguish of your own.

My plaint without plaint, and grief without grief,

وأَسْكبْتِ دَمْعاً مِنْ جُفُونِ مُسَهَّدٍ

وأَسْكبْتِ دَمْعاً مِنْ جُفُونِ مُسَهَّدٍ

وَمَا رَقْرَقَتْ مِنْكِ المَدَامِعُ بِالسَّكبِ

وَمَا رَقْرَقَتْ مِنْكِ المَدَامِعُ بِالسَّكبِ

And you made tears flow from a sleepless man's eyelids,

And drew tears from heavy-lidded eyes,

yet your own eyes did not glisten with streaming tears.

Yet your tears streamed not forth in floods.